Facebook love, not FB but my peeps

Listen up FB people. This is more about you and what you have meant to me. My beloved people.

First and most recently, though we go back a few years, Tammy L., an angel and may I saw my guardian angel. You gave me information and a path to follow towards my goal of independence. The Oaks is a beautiful complex, one where I could be safe and happy with my own pile of useful crap. Thank you. Thank you so much. I know now what I need to do. The calls have been made to get me to that goal. It’s sure hell of a lot better than a shelter in Richmond. I’m the wrong color and I drive an old car, but it doesn’t look like it. Dad would be proud but a gang would see a white woman driving that? She gotta have money. I lived in Oakland. I know what to expect and I don’t have “protection” anymore from one of the head’s of one of the rings through a family association. West Oakland was a rough area then, especially if you were white. I learned that through my friend JJ. Beautiful Creole woman from Louisiana, hell of a good Southern Cook, who gave me appreciation for how the other half lived in the Flats. Who gave me the appreciation and the lesson we are all human beings first, regardless of the skin color we are born with. I loved her as much as I love you. Good people have been blessings in my life that I will never forget or fail to appreciate.

Melissa H. – Flicka! My Bakersfield bomb, in attitude only. You have been there for me through good and bad, and with your family, a Godsend on more than one occasion. Pack you knives in your hair and have my back during month-end or moving boxes (and storage units and all packing troubles and attitudes). You are one of my Bestie’s regardless of anything or anyone. You have kept doing your thing, even when I failed to appreciate it as much as I should have. And then there is the mixologist extraordinaire Tim, or your workhorse of a son Nic, even your little doppelganger Tori (she is, that mouth!). For all they have done over the last few years – you have my gratitude always and I will have your back whenever and however you need me. Parts of my brain are dead, but not the parts who remember what you have been for me.

To my other friends who encouraged and helped me, were there to remind me I wasn’t forgotten -thank you each and every one of you. I may of had a stroke, but I didn’t become different, I didn’t change, I didn’t stop being a good person thinking of others always before what was best, or desirable, for me.

But there is someone else I need to give kudos to. My friend, my mentor, my salvation – Diana CaXXX or ChXX or whatever last name you are using. You are still Diana, even with a brain injury, even after everything you have been through. You have taught me so much, again, how to be a personal success. How to not let defeat stop me. You are still a New Yorker, it’s easy to remember you drove a Taxi while in College stored a piece under the seat for your protection, how tough you still are. Everything you have done, I wouldn’t know how to cope with life if it weren’t for you. Though we are more equal than in our past lives, I will never fail you again and I feel like I did. Nothing you can say can change that, That’s just me. I regret I wasn’t there for you when I could have been. I won’t let that happen again if I have the ability to prevent it. You saved me.

Those years at Pac Bell, even that “experience” with AllRadio (if only we hadn’t had such “difficult” partners to work with), through all the experiences and jobs, you were and are my mentor. Everything I learn from you has brought me success, even just living now. You have filled me with joy, with strength, with indelible ink written to my soul. You are awesome in every way. And that trouble within your lung? You’ve got this, and you are not alone. I am not going any where, just a few miles further away. Still got the ride and I travel. xoxox

That’s it for now, but I had to say what these folks have meant to me, especially the last 2 years. I have to appreciate those who recognized. by word and deed, their actions to keep me in balance. I’m not forgetting the other’s. You know who you are and thank you every single one.

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